geryon

clarity, now.
it's not my desire to fix something
not my main objective, at least.
it's a desire
to be there for someone
while they are suffering
to assure them they aren't alone
to provide soothing, physical contact
in hopes it will make them feel better.

in other news
i'm weighed down
cowering under this dense and bloated
weathercloud
overflowing with an emotion i can't
understand or name.
i ponder on the thought:
should i purse it?
while my defenses attack it
rip it to shreds
bury it and
i tell myself to forget about it.

because i know
for a fact
that it's just going to rain on me.